Sleep is fleeting… when it comes.
Rising early, I groan “Not again.”
Temples pounding, I rise.
Why, God, does sleep hide from me?
I want to avoid, blame, hate You
When night after night stretches into:
Leaving me past the breaking
But is this where you want me?
What is on the other side?
Where is rest
When is the rest?
Where are You when night after night I beg for sleep?
God, can You hear me?
Will You bring me past the breaking into peace?